I'm feeling a little unwell

"For the next operation, in addition to John's team of three men wearing six sets of gear, there will be nine other men wearing five sets of full gear."

"And they also have X-ray vision. They're unlikely to succeed by having the prison guards do pedicures to sneak up on us." Han Che muttered to himself as he sat in his office.

"How about this? The prison account still has a considerable balance. Let's keep enough money for the brothers' resurrection and concentrate the rest of the extra money on upgrades."

He then opened the system's upgrade menu, and perhaps because he had achieved several accomplishments, the menu contained more items.

In addition to equipping soldiers with various weapons and armor, you can also purchase wild animals such as crocodiles and sharks.

It can even deploy a bulletproof shield on the gun body, but the price isn't very attractive.

Finally, Han Che's attention was drawn to an upgrade project in the corner.

Upgrade Sniper to Rocket Soldier

"?" Han Che was stunned when he saw the upgrade project, and then began to frantically search his brain.

"Wait a minute? Aren't rocket soldiers supposed to be from Asara's faction? How come Hafk has rocket soldiers too?"

[Host, Hafk certainly has rocket soldiers, and our rocket soldiers are better equipped than Asara's.]

Its rockets have more fragmentation projectiles, which can effectively kill surrounding units.

Han Che pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

Just as he planned, Da Yong would replace a sniper.

Why not upgrade a sniper and give the Bald Eagle Association squad a surprise attack?

"System, upgrade my Rocket Soldier."

[Congratulations, host! Level up successful. Prison account balance: 350 million]

.........

A tremendous roar exploded between the six people, silencing all other sounds.

John felt something hit him hard from the side, sending him flying into the air before he crashed to the side.

My ears are filled with a buzzing sound, and I can't hear anything.

"Ugh...ahhh..."

Countless tiny shrapnel fragments flew out of the explosion's epicenter in all directions.

Some of the bullets hit John's back, making a clanging sound; that was his hexapex, which shrapnel couldn't penetrate.

But more shrapnel hit the areas not covered by his armor.

John lay on the ground and looked down at his hands.

The sleeves of his combat uniform were torn in several places, and blood was gushing out of the holes and flowing down his wrists.

I tried to move my fingers, but they wouldn't obey me. The pain shot up, running from my arm all the way to my shoulder, and my whole arm was shaking.

He turned his head to look around.

Miles, lying next to him, was also struggling to get up, seemingly having suffered a significant shock as well.

Cole lay a little further away, his back to the sky, one leg bent at an odd angle.

He tried to get up by supporting himself with his hands, but after getting up a little, he fell down again.

John's lips moved back and forth, but he couldn't hear anything; all he could hear was a piercing buzzing and the sound of electricity.

He turned his head to look in the other direction.

The three surviving members of the Bald Eagle squad also fell.

Although their armor was of a lower level than his own, it was still level 5 armor and withstood the attack.

All six men were knocked down by the sudden blast, mainly because they were too close together; the closest two were less than a meter apart.

John is in pain all over his body now; his arms hurt, his legs hurt, and his back hurts.

There were several places that hurt terribly; he knew they were shrapnel embedded in his flesh, shattering his bones.

He wanted to move, to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him. His legs were as weak as two noodles.

He shook his head violently, trying to clear his head again.

Only then did the buzzing in his ears gradually subside, and he began to hear other sounds.

The teammates around him were wailing and cursing.

Cole tried to get up by pushing himself up, but his legs gave way and he knelt down again.

"FXXK!"

"FXXK!"

"FXXK!"

Six people struggled on the ground, repeating the same single word over and over again.

Miles lifted his face and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his chin trembled so much that he couldn't utter a sound, and only a hoarse sound came from his throat.

He tried to get up by supporting himself with his hands, but when he exerted force with his left arm, the pain made his vision go black, and he collapsed back down.

He used his right hand to support himself on the ground, slowly raising his upper body until he knelt down.

John opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out for a long time. His throat was dry. He took a deep breath and used all his strength to shout, "Shut up, all of you!"

His voice rang out, and everyone heard it simultaneously in their earpieces.

"Stop the bleeding first... administer medication..."

John's voice was weak and feeble; he was only able to continue giving orders through sheer willpower.

John gritted his teeth and pulled out the remaining medicine from the ammunition pouch. There was only one painkiller left, which he put into his mouth.

Soon, the burning pain in his limbs gradually subsided, but because many small shrapnel fragments were stuck between his muscles, his strength was still very weak.

Then, gritting his teeth, he used a tourniquet and surgical kit to treat the injured area, and finally used a medical kit to replenish the blood.

John looked down at himself; he was still wearing his six-piece armor, but the bulletproof plates were all shattered.

Fragments fell out of the bulletproof vest's pockets, shattering into pieces.

The others also realized what was happening and immediately began treatment.

The level 6 protective gear saved their lives, preventing them from dying on the spot. However, it seems that the armor of the six people present was completely burned away.

Everyone received basic treatment and is now able to move slowly with the help of painkillers.

Everyone experienced tinnitus and dizziness to varying degrees.

The unfortunate captain of Squad 3 was still lying on the ground; unfortunately, he was the closest to the rocket explosion.

John went over and took the last painkiller from his quiver, then put it in his mouth.

At the same time, they checked his injuries. He was closest to the center of the explosion, and his wounds were horrific.

The left arm, right arm, left leg, and right leg were all fractured.

All the parts exposed outside the armor were covered in wounds.

Headache, chest pain, abdominal pain.

The whole body is weak.

After a while, the medicine began to take effect, and he recovered somewhat. In his dazed state, he saw the figure in front of him.

"Captain... Captain." John grabbed his shoulders and lifted his head.

"I'm here, how are you feeling?" John didn't know what comforting words he could offer, so he could only ask this.

The number 3 squad leader's throat bobbed several times before he finally managed to utter a word.

"I'm not feeling well..."

John was speechless for a moment and could only provide him with simple treatment.

The current situation is absolutely unsuitable for continuing the fight.

Upon realizing this, John suddenly paused, immediately activating his X-ray vision to observe the remaining signal locations.

Then his expression turned even uglier. "They're coming, they're coming," John said, pointing in the direction of the signal.

Now they only have these last 6 signals left around them.

John knew perfectly well that this time it was definitely the warden and his personal guard.

He then slowly looked around at himself and his teammates, who were sitting on the ground, panting heavily, their eyes glazed over and unable to focus.

He then turned his head to look at the vast expanse of water outside the cave entrance.

There was nothing on such a wide expanse of water, not even a place to hide.

With their broken and fractured limbs, swimming across here would be no different from being a live target.

No!

"Quick! Let's go, let's shut off the power!"